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Italy Italy
Italy, Italy, you believe in the existence of God,
But not in that of the tram inspectors.
Italy, Italy, you get drunk at the alpine festival,
And get purple-faced singing to liberty.
Italy, Italy, nobody knows when your ideals died:
Maybe in 1945, maybe in 1984.
Italy, Italy, to keep your politics clean and spotless,
You intend to leave your ballot blank.
Italy, Italy, you love classic art,
And disown the modern like a brute.
But anyway you have learnt Fontana's lesson,
Because for years you've made cuts everywhere.
Italy, Italy, you will never learn
To use your turn signal when leaving the roundabout.
Italy, Italy, crushed by your mountains,
Eroded by your winds, drowned by the waves.
De André, Dalla, and Jannacci are dead,
But Gigi, he is always well!
Italy, Italy, for a time the balloons
Do not fly in the sky, but stay in our veins.
Italy, in front of the TV
The way you follow closely the game of pallone
And then soccer, is like Africa: I won't say it sucks,
But it would certainly be better if there was no cheering
Italy, Italy, you are discounted more
Than one of Berlusconi's prison sentences.
And your sons are so spoilt,
That they don't dream big of getting the fuck out.
Italy, Italy, you have given me the goodbye at the airport,
With sweaty hands and wet eyes.
Italy, Italy, whoever stays dreams of leaving,
And whoever leaves dreams of returning.
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Submitted by 
Spectral_K on 2020-03-14
Spectral_K on 2020-03-14Added in reply to request by 
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